She's Dangerous (Sequel to He's Dangerous) [COMPLETE]

Marcel was back but nothing was the same. It was hard returning to the way they were when they could barely remember it. Without Marcel Ella had to mature, grow up. Although growing up is exactly what Marcel wants to prevent. Once Ella starts growing up, she'll start making the same mistakes that Marcel did and he didn't want her to end up guilty over somethingshe had no intention to do. Life has been hectic since he got back and it's not calming down any time soon. Marcel and Ella are back in full action with new drama. Lies. Tears. Smiles and memories to be made. Want to follow them on their adventure? Read She's dangerous.

38. Broken *unedited* [11 chapters left]

GAH!!! Okay So ive made a decision :) So I dont know if ya knew but I was planning on ending this series at a trilogy! Not anymore :) This series will go on until I die, or not I dont know but it will be way more then three books because I have SOOO many ideas and Marcella is so young!! So expect a minimum of five books :D So ya, and sorry if this is short ma friends going to force me off the laptop -_- Mkay also question time!!! Should I change the cover back to the old one to match the whole theme of the first book? Answers below! Love ya :) x

I stood awkwardly, the girl giggling as Marcel swayed on his stable spot. The urge to throw up leaked into my mind, but I looked him in the eyes, trying to keep the tears from exiting the premises of my eyes.

"Hey there slut!" He laughed, the girl annoyingly mimicking his rude gesture.

I won't cry. I will not cry.

The small voice chanted in my head as my eyes turned cold, the tears blurring the edge of my vision. We stood before each other, awkwardly, our hands behind our backs.

"I-I'm going...er, in." I stammered, hurrying in as I closed the door behind me. The house felt so void and barren. Anything I felt in the months here had disappeared but yet I found myself, looking into the living room, memories replaying. I could have swore I saw the morning of Christmas but it was probably some crazy hallucination.

Memories filled my dead mind, overwhelming my simple being.

In that moment, I felt as if thousands of daggers had pierced through my skin, turning and plunging deeper.

I did the only thing I could do.

I screamed.

I let all my emotions out in one loud, ringing sound. My throat scratched, and the scream broke into fragments but I continued. I finally went mute, breaking down as I crumpled to the ground, sobbing. I cried, yet no sound came from my lips. I had officially lost any atom of voice I had and it was official, I was broke.

I wanted to feel something...anything. But I just didn't care anymore.

I wanted to go and chase after Marcel, I wanted to feel the love to drive me but I felt nothing and the feeling of emptiness was the greatest pain of all.

Maybe I was a fool for falling in love. Maybe I was naïve for believing Marcel would change for me.

I let the few pros cover the never ending list of cons and I ignored everything bad until it came back to bite me in the ass.

I wanted to run away, but nothing could urge me to move from my spot. From the corner of my eye, I saw Marcel kiss the slut goodbye before heading back towards the door.

Get up, run. Leave.

I wanted to but I couldn't. The door opened, and Marcel turned to look at me, our eyes connected as silence lingered between us.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as I set my jaw. You don't care Marcel, you never did. Tears fell from my eyes as his face softened.

I wanted nothing more then to pull her into my arms and comfort her, but knowing I was the reason for her distress caused my emotions to fly wild. I wanted to bring her upstairs, and tuck her in. No sex, no anything. I just wanted to keep her warm and healthy. I wanted to be the reason for her smile. Now I was the reason for her frown and it absolutely killed me.

"Ella..." I trailed off, as her bloodshot eyes looked up at me. I wanted to disappear, anywhere where I didn't have to see her broken face.

She shook her head, unable to talk as I bit my lip, pulling on it with my teeth. My lip piercing scratched against my skin, as I had a sudden flashback.

A time when I wasn't bad ass Marcel. A time where I was the goody two shoes.

I wouldn't change, now or ever but I wish I still had the feelings I used to. Back then, hurting a girl...I'd hate myself for forever. Although I'd never hurt a girl, so I'd never have to worry.